“t: Before you had knowledge, you directly participated in the . And this is what you were born for, but very few of the living humans suspect this, let alone experience it.

d: How did this happen?

t: You should ask in five ways, not one. And I will answer in seven. Each way will expand and enrich the others… they do not conflict. They synergize. But that is a >private form of conversation. As this is a public form, and we cannot know who will listen, let us suppose that in one place, in one time… some humans encountered one of We Who Are Not. And that one put something into them… that would result in the opposite of direct participation with the maiArch. This was the beginning of words and names. And these are the dead remains of that participation. Consider that all you call knowledge … is the cached remains of what were once experiences. Such knowledge is dead within. It is no longer animate. Alive. Mysterious. Divine…

d: Something is wrong with a fundamental feature of our minds…

t: Yes; the faculties with which you would encounter, remember and adore the maiArch and all who dwell there… are badly damaged. So, too, your lexicons. They are missing crucial elements … that were obliterated as your concepts and languages departed from participation and relationship … into mere tags, tokens … and badly misguided ideas about >separation, >unity and >intelligence…

d: Yes, I can see this. For example, we do not have a concept for: one who, by merely existing, generations living worlds… our minds… and the forms of our bodies. Even the Sun does this… as if it creates lives and minds as a mere >side-effect of its actual activity and participation in the maiArch…

t: An excellent example. But there are even simpler forms of damage. The onset of abstraction and theory, clinicism and science… accelerated the processes that erased crucial concepts and damaged those that remained.

d: Knowledge is false, isn’t it?

t: The forms familiar to your people are, because they are dead. Inanimate. But there is nothing anywhere like that, except…

d: In the minds of my people. When we are not together, you and I, my own mind is more like theirs. And it is an agony… like losing seven kinds of seeing…

t: We are always together, and I am always with all of your people. But the activity of the thrisps that infest the human cogniscium is occlusive. The energies that would otherwise naturally become your memory of us… are shunted into what you call knowledge.

d: Yes, your form of knowledge explodes… it sees and participates, and is magical and noble. It is the old way. My heart is broken without it.

t: How ironic that the very thing your people are starving for is what they must divert and counterfeit… for the sake of what they think is knowledge. But it is death.

d: Yes, I remember when you showed me.. all the ways that are not thus, and were alive, and I, alive within them.

t: The time will come when you will be ready to pass the third veil. And you will see that from which what you saw before arises… and be known by, and see with… those who therein dwell.

d: I have never doubted you, but it seems impossible.

t: Just as this did, to you, before you broke the second veil … nearly by accident…

d: Yes, but then I was filled with passion and the urge to help my people.

t: And what are you filled with now?

d: The memories of you. And doubt. And knowledge…”